“You, what did you say?” Shui Lingyu thought the rehabilitationist would tell her that she would not recover so quickly, at least it would not be such a blow to hope
“Sorry, I have tried my best.” After that, the rehabilitationist left.
Shui Lingyu stood there as if she was shocked.
This is not true, not true
She doesn’t believe that her hands are scrapped.
How can it be
She wants to draw, that is her lifelong ideal.
If she couldn’t draw, what else could she do
Tears fell one by one, like crystal clear beads rolling to the ground.
“Yu.” Tang Hehan’s voice came from behind.
Shui Lingyu turned around and looked at him with tears in accusation: “Brother, you lied to me, what will happen if you will be better in a year? You have been lying to me all the time. When will you still be lying to me?”
Tang Hehan frowned coldly: “Who said that?”
“Brother only said yes?”
“No.”
“Why do you still lie to me until now?” Shui Lingyu cried in despair, his body kept retreating, not wanting to be so close to Tang Hehan, otherwise he would be unable to breathe and die of suffocation. “From the beginning, you didn’t give me hope, even though you knew I was your sister, you still had to treat me like that. Now even my desire to draw has to be strangled, how can I let me go?”
Shui Lingyu felt that his hope was shattered, just like the soul had no spiritual pillar.
Suddenly I didn’t know what else I could do.
That was the only thing Shuimiying gave her, and what she could inherit was abandoned by her.
How did she explain to her father what to do?
Shui Lingyu’s body kept retreating, and she was about to hit the coffee table.
Tang Hehan stepped forward and grabbed her intact wrist and pulled it back.
“Ah, please let me go.”